I am immortal

Jinghe Dragon King, beheaded...

Qi Wuhuo suddenly thought of the extremely arrogant water god in white, the dispute between him and the fortune teller, and the fortune teller's judgment and sneer at him. He realized clearly that this young-looking water god in white, It should be the Jing River Dragon King recorded in the document that came with the Five Thunder Judge Seal. He is the Jing of [Jing and Wei are clearly defined]. In Zhongzhou, he is already considered a very big water god.

Such a water god has countless water tribes under his command and controls a river that is nearly a thousand miles long.

The lands and mountains on both sides will be affected by Him.

Among the branches extending out due to the Jingshui River, there are a total of twenty-five water mansions.

Within his domain, the majesty and ability of such a water god are no less than those of the emperor. He can stir up wind and rain, and can soar into the clouds and mist. All creatures in the river basin are affected by it. However, such an authoritative god will also be punished because of dereliction of duty due to rain. Being beheaded, it can be expected that many other officials of heaven, earth, water and water will also become more vigilant because of such things, to follow their duties and not act recklessly.

The way of the Human Emperor lacks checks and balances, and also lacks a force that directly threatens the Human Emperor.

It should be like the North Pole Exorcist Academy, which examines the ghosts and gods of the three realms.

The Human Emperor should also be so restricted.

Once he neglects his duties, it will cause huge disasters.

Once the people's lives are ruined because of their own desires.

Just strip him of his life and kill him.

This can make people diligent.

But, what can in turn restrict the way of the Human Emperor?

The young Taoist thought for a long time, then picked up his pen, placed it on the white paper, and slowly wrote a big character.

【civil】.

A person who becomes an emperor has great abilities, magical power and magical powers. Since he is accomplished by carrying the power of all living beings, he should naturally bear enough responsibilities. However, Qi Wuhuofu remembered what Lao Li said again. The elder felt that the current emperor was a saint and worthy of the title of Human Emperor.

What if someone deceives them again like the current Human Emperor?

Therefore, there should be an institution like the Arctic Exorcist Academy.

An absolutely powerful and merciless force.

The young Taoist thought for a long time, but still could not find such power.

The Arctic Exorcist Academy is not only the place with the heaviest killings among the three realms, but also the last link to ensure order. The young Taoist recalled what he had just seen and felt, and whispered softly: "Every move is the most murderous and the most murderous. This move is also the most dignified and dignified thing to do to protect students."

"in a moment……"

Qi Wuhuo closed his eyes for a long time, placed his right hand on the sword box, and used the innate energy to pull it.

Accompanied by waves of low sword sounds.

The thieves-killing sword flew out naturally and fell into the palm of his hand. This sword was previously inspired by the captain's obsession and unwillingness. Qi Wuhuo ordered the Taichi Spiritual Wen to condense, and then imitated the human The method of the emperor's luck condensed into a stream of red luck, and in an instant he slashed horizontally with his sword, using the divine killing method mentioned by the fortune teller, and forcibly struck the prince's luck beam.

But Qi Wuzhuo didn't know how effective it would be since he never watched.

But the horizontal attack on luck encountered a backlash, and the thoughts on the sword also dispersed a lot.

After losing Qi Wuhuo's Yuan Shen, the previous crimson luck also dispersed. But at this moment, the young Taoist held the sword in his right hand, and the sword fingers of his left hand pressed against the sword body and slowly brushed it. The sound of the sword ceased. The previous low-spirited and violent attitude was replaced by wisps of calmness, a subtle change.

The volume "Dao Jun Zai Dao Jun Zhi Wu Huo Xiao Dao Jun Shu" that was previously placed in the sleeve robe naturally floated in the void.

Then it slowly unfolded in the void.

The whistling sound of the long sword suddenly became excited.

Qi Wuhuo glanced at these words and saw the charm in them. Many of the thoughts and ideas that he had temporarily stopped resurfaced again. Then without hesitation, he immediately tried to condense it. The sword body once again had the red aura. Luck began to flow, but this time, Qi Wuhuo tried not to use his own soul to consolidate it into luck like before, but hoped that he could achieve it, and in one thought, the luck would last forever.

But when his soul stopped controlling it, the crimson luck still dispersed.

The young Taoist closed his eyes: "It really failed."

“Easier said than done.”

"It doesn't matter, I'll do it again."

The young Taoist's voice was gentle, but he still tried with his sword.

This time it also collapsed.

The little peacock gradually became sleepy. It was still in the tender state of just being born.

When you are in good spirits, you are very good, lively and full of energy.

But he will soon become sleepy again.

After basically two hours of rest, there will be an active stage of about a quarter of an hour.

At first, it was interesting to see the young Taoist holding a long sword and condensing energy, but he gradually became bored.

So he took the initiative to slide down the sleeves of the young Taoist robe.

Then little by little he crawled into the hidden pocket inside the sleeve robe.

Tuck yourself in.

Then the two wings were folded up very thoughtfully and carefully, and were 'covered' by the hidden bag.

Then he yawned, slapped his mouth, shrank into the secret bag and fell asleep.

The young Taoist smiled helplessly and had to take off the loose outer part of his Taoist robe to avoid accidentally injuring the little peacock when he was condensing Qi and swinging the sword. He only wore the clothes inside the loose Taoist robe, practiced with the sword, and tried to remove it constantly. Understand the Human Emperor's Qi and try to combine the [Human Emperor's Qi Luck] and [Sword Killing Technique].

Try again and again, fail again and again, but in the end it is difficult to succeed. Even if it is barely condensed, it is just the same as before, purely condensed by one's own soul. After the soul leaves, it will be difficult to survive. The degree of condensation is only to the extent that it will disperse after one swing.

How could he go to meet the enemy?

Qi Wuhuo did not feel discouraged, but still kept thinking, reflecting, condensing Qi, and swinging his sword.

Every time it passes, the Qi on the sword becomes more condensed.

But there has never been a real qualitative change.

After several hours, the young Taoist was extremely tired. He raised his eyes and saw that the sun was faintly appearing on the horizon, breaking through the layers of black clouds. He was slightly startled, and suddenly realized something. He lowered his eyes and said to himself. :

"One thought can be for protection, and one thought can be for killing. I was previously obsessed with this. This is the method of condensing humanity. Using the luck condensed by this method to kill the aura of the emperor of humanity is actually to use the other's spear to attack the other's shield. matter."

"Isn't it like saying that dark clouds are the masters of the sky, and the sun must be covered by dark clouds. It can only appear if the dark clouds allow it, otherwise it will be covered by dark clouds."

"Luck is like the sun, but who said the Human Emperor controls it!"

"The Human Emperor is just like a thief, using the light of the sun to increase his majesty."

"Such an idea fell under the influence of the rules of humane imperial energy from the beginning."

"It's a mental prison."

The young Taoist sighed and suddenly blurted out:

"You are like the sun?"

"Wrong! If you are a great sun, then it depends on when the great sun will die!"

"This is how it should be——"

"The people are valued, the king is valued."

"I see……"

The young Taoist raised his sword, and the sword roared.

With just this movement, there was already a faint red light on the sword blade.

This time, it was no longer roaring as fiercely as before in the Mingzhen Dao Alliance, but was quiet.

Although it was quiet, there was an indescribable sense of solemnity.

The young Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face. When he lifted the sword, he saw that on this broad sword, which was originally used by a warrior, there was a faint flow of extremely pure red, which was like firelight and even more like blood. The word "kill the thief", which was originally simply written in Yunzhuan, has also been imbued with this red destiny.

It is not so much a spiritual treasure used by Taoist practitioners to kill demons with a sword.

Might as well be more like a humane instrument of luck.

It's just that this instrument of luck is not used to fix luck, but to cut it off.

The young Taoist touched the word "kill thief" with his hand and whispered calmly: "It's done..."

Even though he was still a young man at heart, he couldn't help but hold the sword hard.

This sword should be used to draw the sword, and this sword should be used to kill thieves.

The sword also seemed to be extremely happy, as if it had spirituality. It whistled slightly, and the sword's sound was low, in response, making Qi Wuhuo feel that he had finally taken a step forward, finally gained something, and then he felt relieved. In an instant, Countless fatigues rushed over him, giving him the feeling of falling asleep immediately when he lay down.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a sound, as if someone was laughing and saying:

"After spending a day and a night, only a strand of it can be seen, like a blind man touching an elephant, not seeing the whole picture, but laughing endlessly, saying that he has attained the Tao."

"This little Taoist priest is really arrogant and ridiculous!"

"ah?!"

The young Taoist was slightly startled. His face turned red at first, as if he was extremely embarrassed.

Immediately, he subconsciously looked for the source of the sound.

He asked, "Which Taoist friend is it?"

His eyes finally fell on the volume "Dao Jun Zai Dao Wu Huo Xiao Dao Jun Shu", and he was slightly startled.

I saw that this volume of book was still floating in the air naturally even though it no longer had its own innate energy.

The words above are all reflected in the stream of light. At this moment, the pavilion is blocked and there is no one else. Only the morning light breaks through the jungle mist and flows in from the gap in the window.

Just as Qi Wuhuo had seen before - these words still contained the Taoist's strong self-will, so they looked like mist under the morning light.

The aggregation of will on countless words.

It was as if a Taoist in black clothes walked out of the sea of ​​skylight and clouds, with a very calm and unrestrained demeanor.

Break through the fog and walk in the world.

It seems true but false, false and illusory.

Qi Wuhuo watched helplessly as the charms of countless words gathered together and transformed into this Taoist. The Taoist seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and replied like this:

"Don't look for it, don't read it."

"I have corresponded with you twice, and you have called me Taoist friend and senior. Why, now in front of you, you don't recognize me?"

The Taoist seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He swept away the dust in his hand, his demeanor was ethereal and unrestrained, and he was indescribably handsome. He said lightly:

"I am Lord Dao."

……………………

In the Shangqing Library.

Second floor.

"Disciple has met Master Uncle."

"Master is in retreat and wants his disciples to come and inquire. He said that a few days have passed. Have you chosen the list for the battle five hundred years from now?"

A man in a battle robe bowed his hands in a very respectful salute, and the handsome Taoist could no longer use his jade-clear face at this moment. He was just like himself. But even though he was here at the moment, he was just lying on the cloud bed, supporting himself with one hand. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, seeming to be sleeping soundly, and did not answer.

The man was confused:

"Master uncle, master uncle?"

"Is this... asleep?"